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saintgilbertTitle: Uniformity
Pairing: Harry/Draco (pre-slash, really)
Rating: G
Word Count: 918 words
Summary: Harry and Draco are the only Eighth Years to still wear their uniforms.
Author's Notes: Merry Christmas,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nimielle! Sorry for the failure to smut, I hope you like it anyway! You asked for Eighth Year and toothpaste stains, I hope this delivers! Thanks freakingcrups for looking this over!
The Eighth Year students weren't required to wear uniforms, the year after Voldemort's defeat. Most of them took blissful advantage of McGonagall's newfound lenience, opting for jeans, pleated colourful skirts, patterned shirts and lumpy jumpers. Ginny Weasley had thrown more than one tantrum over the whole thing, Draco was sure of it.
He and Potter were the only two students in their year who didn't once wear casual dress. Draco thought it was some kind of show of support for his girlfriend, at first. The two of them seemed inseparable when term started, sitting too close on the train, sharing their breakfasts. Potter always gave away his kippers.
It didn't escape Draco's attention when Weasley started paying more attention to Lavender Brown than Potter. Brown's face was covered in deep scars now. Pansy had laughed cruelly and told Weasley her 'scar fetish' was a bit much, one Potions class.
Draco, brow furrowed, was more concerned that Potter still wore the uniform. He had his reasons for wearing his still. His clothes were too posh, too Pureblood. He pined for them, the crisp necklines, dark woollen fabrics that made his skin shine, but they were inappropriate. His uniform, at least, hid him away from some of the suspicious looks cast his way by the younger students.
What comfort could someone like Potter possibly take in the bland fabrics, the scratchy misshapen jumper? Draco's was in better condition; his parents had taken the care to either replace or hire someone to expertly repair each item of clothing before the school year started. Potter's was showing its age, his pants slightly too short and showing off bony ankles, his jumper stretched taut across his shoulders.
As Christmas approached, even Weasley was no longer wearing her uniform. Potter looked very out of place in amongst the sea of Muggle clothes that trailed behind him. Bitterness gnawed at Draco, who knew that the only thing trailing him were the whispers about whether he thought he was too good for casual dress. Had his family been so ripped of their fortunes by the Ministry that he no longer had any clothes? Was it house pride?
A week before Christmas, after a few staring matches in the Great Hall, Potter approached him. Potter, with toothpaste running down his robe, of all things. Draco sneered. Potter didn't look put off by the look, his head remaining cocked to one side, eyes curious behind his stupid glasses.
“Malfoy,” he said, first, leaning against the wall in front of Draco, tie undone slightly.
“Yes, Potter?” Draco replied, trying very hard to be polite. It wouldn't do to be rude to the Boy Who Lived, of course, not since he'd saved Draco's sorry arse. Especially not since Potter had been watching him for the last week, indecision about whether or not to talk to Draco written all over his face.
“Why do you- you know.” The other boy gestured at Draco's uniform, then looked down at his own, the same save for the different crest embroidered on the grey fabric.
“I could ask you the same,” Draco replied, trepidation lining his curt response. He and Potter, by virtue of their matching dress code, had been dancing around each other for months. The air was heavy with something, finality, perhaps.
Potter stared at Draco for a long moment, arms crossed. “I like the uniform. Your turn.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Well obviously. You wore Muggle clothes in the past though, Potter, why not now?”
“Been paying lots of attention to my clothes, have you, Malfoy?” Potter asked, a smile dancing dangerously across his lips.
“You didn't answer the question,” Draco replied with a sniff, silently cursing his complexion for doing absolutely nothing to hide the blush staining his cheeks.
“I- I didn't want things to change,” Potter said, quietly. Draco looked up to see the smile gone, replaced by a kind of intensity that made his guts curl. “The war- Hogwarts is my home, you know? I liked things the way they were.” He paused, face gathering itself up into a business-like pose and continued, “Now, your turn.”
“My clothes are wasted on this place,” Draco answered, coming as close to the truth as he felt he could. Politeness was one thing, baring his soul to the the Saviour of the Wizarding world was another.
Potter nodded. A flash of something, disappointment maybe, crossed his face before he pushed himself away from the wall, rolled up sleeves revealing wiry, muscular forearms.
“Wait,” he said, slowly, swinging one arm out in front of Potter. He stopped. “I- I'd stick out like a sore thumb in my clothes, Potter.”
“I understand,” Potter said, taking a small step towards Draco. He was still a few inches shorter than Draco was. “I think your clothes are nice though.” It felt like permission.
Draco's jaw might as well have fallen off it's hinges. Potter didn't say anything after that, his face slightly red. With a nod to Draco, he turned away and began walking the length of the corridor, presumably to meet his friends.
“Wait!” Draco called out, every muscle taut, prepared to chase after the other boy.
Potter turned slowly and retraced his steps down the corridor, eyes bright. “Yes?”
“I- the clothes. I will if you will,” Draco said in a rush.
“I'd like that,” Potter said, cheeky smile making a dashing reappearance.
Pairing: Harry/Draco (pre-slash, really)
Rating: G
Word Count: 918 words
Summary: Harry and Draco are the only Eighth Years to still wear their uniforms.
Author's Notes: Merry Christmas,
nimielle! Sorry for the failure to smut, I hope you like it anyway! You asked for Eighth Year and toothpaste stains, I hope this delivers! Thanks freakingcrups for looking this over!The Eighth Year students weren't required to wear uniforms, the year after Voldemort's defeat. Most of them took blissful advantage of McGonagall's newfound lenience, opting for jeans, pleated colourful skirts, patterned shirts and lumpy jumpers. Ginny Weasley had thrown more than one tantrum over the whole thing, Draco was sure of it.
He and Potter were the only two students in their year who didn't once wear casual dress. Draco thought it was some kind of show of support for his girlfriend, at first. The two of them seemed inseparable when term started, sitting too close on the train, sharing their breakfasts. Potter always gave away his kippers.
It didn't escape Draco's attention when Weasley started paying more attention to Lavender Brown than Potter. Brown's face was covered in deep scars now. Pansy had laughed cruelly and told Weasley her 'scar fetish' was a bit much, one Potions class.
Draco, brow furrowed, was more concerned that Potter still wore the uniform. He had his reasons for wearing his still. His clothes were too posh, too Pureblood. He pined for them, the crisp necklines, dark woollen fabrics that made his skin shine, but they were inappropriate. His uniform, at least, hid him away from some of the suspicious looks cast his way by the younger students.
What comfort could someone like Potter possibly take in the bland fabrics, the scratchy misshapen jumper? Draco's was in better condition; his parents had taken the care to either replace or hire someone to expertly repair each item of clothing before the school year started. Potter's was showing its age, his pants slightly too short and showing off bony ankles, his jumper stretched taut across his shoulders.
As Christmas approached, even Weasley was no longer wearing her uniform. Potter looked very out of place in amongst the sea of Muggle clothes that trailed behind him. Bitterness gnawed at Draco, who knew that the only thing trailing him were the whispers about whether he thought he was too good for casual dress. Had his family been so ripped of their fortunes by the Ministry that he no longer had any clothes? Was it house pride?
A week before Christmas, after a few staring matches in the Great Hall, Potter approached him. Potter, with toothpaste running down his robe, of all things. Draco sneered. Potter didn't look put off by the look, his head remaining cocked to one side, eyes curious behind his stupid glasses.
“Malfoy,” he said, first, leaning against the wall in front of Draco, tie undone slightly.
“Yes, Potter?” Draco replied, trying very hard to be polite. It wouldn't do to be rude to the Boy Who Lived, of course, not since he'd saved Draco's sorry arse. Especially not since Potter had been watching him for the last week, indecision about whether or not to talk to Draco written all over his face.
“Why do you- you know.” The other boy gestured at Draco's uniform, then looked down at his own, the same save for the different crest embroidered on the grey fabric.
“I could ask you the same,” Draco replied, trepidation lining his curt response. He and Potter, by virtue of their matching dress code, had been dancing around each other for months. The air was heavy with something, finality, perhaps.
Potter stared at Draco for a long moment, arms crossed. “I like the uniform. Your turn.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Well obviously. You wore Muggle clothes in the past though, Potter, why not now?”
“Been paying lots of attention to my clothes, have you, Malfoy?” Potter asked, a smile dancing dangerously across his lips.
“You didn't answer the question,” Draco replied with a sniff, silently cursing his complexion for doing absolutely nothing to hide the blush staining his cheeks.
“I- I didn't want things to change,” Potter said, quietly. Draco looked up to see the smile gone, replaced by a kind of intensity that made his guts curl. “The war- Hogwarts is my home, you know? I liked things the way they were.” He paused, face gathering itself up into a business-like pose and continued, “Now, your turn.”
“My clothes are wasted on this place,” Draco answered, coming as close to the truth as he felt he could. Politeness was one thing, baring his soul to the the Saviour of the Wizarding world was another.
Potter nodded. A flash of something, disappointment maybe, crossed his face before he pushed himself away from the wall, rolled up sleeves revealing wiry, muscular forearms.
“Wait,” he said, slowly, swinging one arm out in front of Potter. He stopped. “I- I'd stick out like a sore thumb in my clothes, Potter.”
“I understand,” Potter said, taking a small step towards Draco. He was still a few inches shorter than Draco was. “I think your clothes are nice though.” It felt like permission.
Draco's jaw might as well have fallen off it's hinges. Potter didn't say anything after that, his face slightly red. With a nod to Draco, he turned away and began walking the length of the corridor, presumably to meet his friends.
“Wait!” Draco called out, every muscle taut, prepared to chase after the other boy.
Potter turned slowly and retraced his steps down the corridor, eyes bright. “Yes?”
“I- the clothes. I will if you will,” Draco said in a rush.
“I'd like that,” Potter said, cheeky smile making a dashing reappearance.
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Date: 2011-12-06 04:09 pm (UTC)I really like that Harry waited until he finally made a move. I don't think it's easy for him to wait about stuff, because he's always one for action and I like that Draco noticed.
I also like Harry's reason for wearing the uniform, and Draco's as well. Hehe, baaadly dressed Harry and Draco isn't even pulling his leg over it! I'm glad to see he's sort of grown out of that!
As silly as this may sound, I LOVE taller Draco! <3
And and and!! Harry coming back after Draco called and that cheeky grin!! <3 I love it!! ♥
Thank you so much for my gift, Hon, I love it!
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Date: 2011-12-17 01:23 pm (UTC)*loves YOU*
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